Barry told us to race the race, and above all, take responsibility for our mistake (in this case, missing the move…BIG MISTAKE). In the last 20k’s of the race a crash caused the gap we’ve managed to bring down to increase…we almost had it. Luckily, it wasn’t a waste of a day, because for once we weren’t pack fillers, we weren’t following aimlessly like cows in a herd, WE WERE THE TEAM THAT MADE SURE THE RACE AHEAD WAS NOT GOING TO DETERMINE WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY!
Sure, it didn’t work out that way, but hell, we tried…and raced our bikes as a team. Yes, it’s tough going to sleep without a blanket - and it sure is cold. Likewise, it’s tough pacing at the front to bring back a break. Not only did we learn what to do when we missed a break, we realized that we are better off being represented in the first place…just like you would’ve been better off if you had that blanket (in the first place), eh?
For only a few of us, La Route de France will forever be remembered as the race where South African women weren’t just a few cows in the herd, but actually lead the herd. Even when your intentions are to get the cows to a greener pasture, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Similarly, results don’t always tell the whole story, and for once, there was a story worth telling. What happened in this race will probably never make it into the history books, but what I can guarantee is that what we do in the future will…thanks to this race.